The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-18

NoAN4Ab NpASlS. VI a llttli uDLtn dSDffl0IS To
the honorS of the racket one gets herself up
IN seafoam green for instance. ard the sec
ond IN pale pink. Numbers three and four
make themeelves charming in blue and old
rose; and five and SIX are attired in lavender
and golden brown Sateon and the cotton
fabrics are the foundation of these outdoor
dresses en- suite and the effect is piouant
and picturesque as it is meant to be, though
the modern touches of the outfit with the
competition in cut and fit decidedly weaken
the advantages of the game. For tennis
hats everything is in order this summer from
a Tam O'Shanter to a sailor hat, or a rough
straw flat heaped with wild flowers and
turned up behind
The latest addition to the tricyclinp outfit
is what appears to be a simple killed skirt.
but which is really copy of the English
divided skirt laid in kits overlapping one
another The garment has never been used
in America until this summer but it is the
easiest Of any costume yet tried for wheel
ing purposes. Some women wear draped
skirts over 1t, but that is not necessary. As a
rule wheelwomen take to very Scant skirts
cut after the manner of the narrow cloth
gowns of twenty years ago. These do not
blow up vexatiously, but are not adapted to
active exercises either. The divided skirt
is better The only imperative rule to follow
in dressing for the wheel is to avoid adorn-
athletic exercise is ruined the minute she
begins to consult a modiste about it. A New
York tricycling club of business women kept
at their desks through the hot weather have
adopted as their uniform for recreative
rides in the park, mornings and at
twilight, navy blue serge with cardinal rib
bons
Soft faced cloths and fannels are chosen
for the summer mountain gowns. They are
hi Il.
out drapery or with long shawl folds. The
alpenstock is snothered in ribbons, and has
bouquet of wild flowers hung from it In a
ribbon sling.
Yachting gowns are made of white canvas
cloth, the box-pieated skirt having fans of
navy blue canvas cloth let in between the
pleats. The bodice has a habit back and
loose fronts, showing loose vest of navy
blue canvas. With such an outfit is worn
the all-prevailing sailor hat, white or dark
blue, with high loops and ends of blue and
white ribbon.
Half the people who travel-and the sensi-
bic half-wear gray to show no dust, and
reasonable proportion of that half make the
gray light silk, instead of wooden, for COM
fort and GOODNESS sake.
THE PALISADES IN SUMNER.
The Hudson banks are riotois with mid
summer foliage, and the sheer black rocks
of the Palisades are almost buried in the
wealth of thousand and one different
shades of luxuriant greenery. The Hudson
is the most beautiful of rivers, and one is
inclined to like Mrs. George Gould, if for no
other reason, on the score of her evident ap-
probation of that glorious stream. Canoeists
and boatmen of every sort are coming to
recognize her figure, with its white linen
gown, banded with blue, and the blue rib
bons on her sailor hat, as her husbands
pretty yacht drifts up and down morning
and evening these hot July days. Timid
canal boat shippers always feel easier, so
they tell me, as they are lowed down by
Yonkers if they see Jay Gould's Atalanta
safely anchored, no steam up and nobody
on board The big steam yacht makes
such swell on the river that they dread its
washing their decks, and would as soon it
kept at home. But nobody is sorry to see
the Hermione pass, and Mrs Gould has a
f1utter of white handkerchief and salute
for half the grizzled fresh water veterans on
the blue road from Albany down. A little
below Piermont, on the Jersey shore, where
the Palisade cliffs rise sheer, in little bay
protected on every hand, is favorite an
chorage of hers for the night, and opposite
New York, within a couple of miles of the
heart of the city, within sound of its noises
and sight of its lamps as it is,
the pretty sailor, who has
grown prettier since her marriage, would
hardly find a wilder, more secluded and
more beautiful harbor if she cruised the
whole Atlantic coast in search of it. Mrs.
Gould lives a good part of the summer on
board the yacht, and knows the water ways
about New York very well.
What pity Mrs. Cora Urquhart Potter
could not make up her mind to manage a
company instead of acting with one She
is essentially a business woman, and knows
so well how to advertise. Think of her
securing Kyrle must we, oh must we call
him Curley9 Bellew for her American COM
pany next fall She is sure of matinee
audiences, and she knows it, though Bellew,
in spite of his popularity with soft-headed
school girls, will never rival that other
young Englishman, Montague, who used to
be demigod to New York women, en-
shrined within their hearts and framed in
pictured grace on their toilet tables. Some
how Wallack's luck seemed to change the
very week that Montague died.
Julian Hawthornes literary partnership
with Detective Byrnes is fresh illustration
of the different way in which material will
appeal to different people. Anna Katherine
Green, whose ''Leavenworth Case" is one of
the best known detective tales of the day,
related to me no long time ago, that on the
only occasion when she ever made an at
tempt to get stuff for stories from the do
ings of real people, Detective Byrnes, in the
course of an afternoons ride, related to her
tale after tale of criminal doings that had
come under his notice without striking
vein that in any way appealed to her or
suggested a chapter that she cared to write.
By and by, as they drove past an apparently
deserted house she noticed a bar of wood
fastened across the door. "What is that
for7" she asked Nobody knows the de
tective answered, ''it has been there a great
many years" and the words were the germ
of story that grew of its own accord, in
two hours time, where a single idea born of
the 'facts" which realism loves, and which
had been placed so lavishly at her disposal
refused to sprout.
PERSONAL POINTS.
Nine. Fursch-Madi summers at Tanners
vile, in the CatsIlills. Tannersville is Mrs.
Thurber's summer retreat if the complicated
troubles of the National Opera ever let her
leave town. Wonder if they will enjoy
each others company.
Rose Coghan was riding a moving ma
chine as l passed one of the outlying fields
of the Yonllers farm, where she raises very
respectable crops and enjoys her summers
immensely, the other day. Rose likes TO
run moving machine, and she manages it
as cleverly as she acts Mrs. Edgerley, as
one ought TO call her between seasons, per-
haps, is sunburning herself systematically
and looks the better for it,; but the prettiest
thing about the place-begging Roses par
don for the preference-is the chubby 2
year-old girl baby that she adopted year
or more ago and will probably bring up as